Sconce light and candle light are not the same thing. We have these wall sconces on either side of the fireplace. They are adorned with vellum-type shades which cast a nice glow. The room looks warm and inviting. My thighs in this light? Cottage-cheesy and terrifying.
"Don't look!" I tell David. "DON'T LOOK!"
"Don't look at what?"
"At anything! Just close your eyes." I desperately try to pull down my chemise so that it covers me to my knees. My knees, at least, are pleasing to the eye. Trouble is, the chemise really doesn't go down to my knees, so I'm now bent over at the waist, shielding the offending thigh region from the unflattering light.
All David can feel is me wriggling. "What are you doing?"
"NOTHING! Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain."
His eyes begin to open.
"Would you stop?"
"You're not hideous. You're badly lit." He then gets up and turned off the sconces. By the light of the tv my legs are spectacular!